John Anderson

    When we were first acquent

    Your locks were like the raven

    Your bonnie brow was brent；

    But now your brow is beld John

    Your locks are like the snow；

    But blessings on your frosty pow

    John Anderson my jo.

    John Anderson my jo John

    We clamb the hill thegither；

    And mony a canty day John

    We've had wi' ane anither：

    Now we maun totter down John；

    But hand in hand we'll go

    And sleep thegither at the foot

    John Anderson my jo！